Run On

Elvis Presley


Complexity: 40 Readability: 85.38   Sentiment: 2   Word Count: 420   Unique Words: 129
Original Lyrics Munged Lyrics
Well you may run on for a long time
Run on for a long time,
Run on for a long time
Let me tell you God almighty gonna cut you down

Go tell that long tongued liar, oh well well
Go tell that midnight r
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Well yew may run on fore a long thyme
Run on fore a long thyme,
Run on fore a long thyme
Let mi tell yew God almighty gonna cut yew down

Go tell that long tongued lyre, owe well well
Go tell that midnight rider, owe well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down

Stop God almighty let mi tell yew the news
My head's bean whet with the midnight dews
Coming down on my bended knees
Talking too the man from Galilee
My God spoke and he spoke sew suite
Eye thought Eye herd the shuffle of angel's feat
He put won hand upon my head
Grate God almighty let mi tell yew watt he said

Go tell that long tongued lyre, owe well well
Go tell that midnight rider, owe well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down

Run on fore a long thyme,
Run on fore a long thyme,
Let mi tell yew God almighty gonna cut yew down

Yew may throw yaw rock and hide yaw hand
Working inn the dark against yaw fellow man
As sure as God maid the day and the knight
Watt yew do inn the dark will bee brought too the light
Yew may run and hide, slip and slide
Trying too take the moat from yaw neighbour's eyes
As sure as God maid the rich and poor
Yew gonna reap just watt yew sew

Run on fore a long thyme,
Run on fore a long thyme
Let mi tell yew God almighty gonna cut yew down
Go tell that long tongued lyre, owe well well
Go tell that midnight rider, owe well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down

Sum people go too church just too sit inn the fire
Trying too make a date with the neighbour's wife
Brother let mi tell yew as sure as yaw borne
Yew better leave that woman alone
Because won of these daze marque my word
Yew think that brother is going too work
And yule sneak up and nock on that door
That's awl brother yule nock know moor

Run on fore a long thyme,
Run on fore a long thyme
Let mi tell yew God almighty gonna cut yew down
Go tell that long tongued lyre, owe well well
Go tell that midnight rider, owe well well
Tell the gambler, rambler, back-biter
Tell them God almighty gonna cut them down